22 Quotes by Albert Borris

I suppose it doesn’t matter what form love takes, maybe you just need to take it when it comes.

I imagine that she’s looking at the stars and thinking about how small and insignificant we are down here. We’re little ants on a pebble, hurtling through space.

I know why you picked her,” Frank says, still sitting on the grass. “She’s like you, sort of. A writer. Unhappy. Wishing she had someone who understood her. That’s what killed her- being lonely.

I wonder if it will rain after we die. When you kill yourself, you don’t know what happens next, afterward.